My Summer of Love by Margery Higglebottom
His name was Arvel Edwin Tranter but, for reasons that were never clear, we called him Berny. In the summer of 1957 his garden parties were the place to be for anyone wishing to stand […]
His name was Arvel Edwin Tranter but, for reasons that were never clear, we called him Berny. In the summer of 1957 his garden parties were the place to be for anyone wishing to stand […]
The Unmade Bed My throat is dry The bed smells of mouse piss And I just want to itch And not kiss To itch my skin so it flakes away Snow dropping to the ground […]
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